Raising Lucy Page 11

  Master Roman told me we were going to explore age play. I marginally understood his intention, but I did not expect it to extend to my bedroom. There is a nightstand beside the bed with a Hello Kitty alarm clock sitting on it. That also makes me smile.

  A white bookshelf sits along the wall to my left. It has several books on the shelves as well as a few knickknacks and a doll. To my right is a closet. It has a lock on it. The walls are painted in a soft pink.

  There is a white wicker chair at the foot of the bed. It looks like an inviting place to sit and read.

  The room’s window has shutters that are already closed. I’m not oriented enough to be able to imagine what side of the house the window faces. A pink ruffly valance hangs from above the window. It matches the comforter.

  There is a door next to the bookshelf, and Nancy rushes past me to open it. “There is an attached bathroom,” she announces.

  It seems I’m meant to follow her, so I do, stepping into the small room. It’s mostly white. The walls are even painted white. The tile is white. The vanity and oval mirror and tub and toilet too. A soft pink towel hangs on a rack next to the tub. I notice there is no showerhead or curtain. I guess I’ll be taking baths.

  Nancy points to a small square door with a handle next to the sink. “This is a laundry chute. You’ll be expected to keep your room tidy at all times and put your clothes down the chute when you take your bath every evening.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” It feels awkward getting these instructions from Nancy instead of Master Roman. I wonder how much she knows and then decide she obviously knows a lot or she wouldn’t be so calm.

  “Master Roman will be instructing me to leave your clothes out in the morning and your nightgowns in the evening.” She points to a folded pink garment on the vanity that I hadn’t noticed.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I murmur when she pauses.

  She nods. “Good. It’s important to understand that Master Roman runs a tight schedule here, as you know. We all follow his rules. It’s his home.”

  “Of course.” I try to hold her gaze as she keeps speaking.

  “You’ll be escorted to your room in the evening by eight o’clock at the latest. You’ll be expected to bathe first, and then you may spend the next few hours reading. Lights out is at ten o’clock. Your room is on a timer. The lights will literally go off on their own at ten. You’re expected to be in bed by then and sleep eight hours.”

  I nod. I’m uneasy receiving all these instructions from Nancy, but I accept that it’s obvious she will have a lot of control over my life, so it will be best if I treat her with respect and earn her affection. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Do you have any questions?”

  “No, ma’am.” I have about a dozen, but they aren’t for her, and I’m not sure I could even form words if Master Roman himself were standing in this small bathroom with me.

  “Good. I’ll leave you to bathe now. If Master Roman is able to, he will come up and tuck you in before ten. If not, be prepared for the lights to go out. You’re not allowed to leave this room without permission.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  She nods again and then leaves, shutting the door to the bedroom behind her. The snick of the door makes me jump in my spot. I stand in the doorway between the bathroom and bedroom and let my gaze wander around again.

  The room is so pretty. I chew on my bottom lip wondering if it’s rational that I feel a bit excited. Master Roman has spared nothing. He told me we were going to experiment with age play, and he meant it. I’m obviously going to be about twelve starting right now.

  My stomach is in a tight ball at the prospect of having no responsibilities other than to do as I’m told. It’s as if Nancy is my nanny. I can live with that. She’s a stern nanny, but she’s not mean. I decide it would be a good idea to take my bath quickly in case Master Roman shows up. I don’t want to miss him. Nor do I want to disappoint him.

  I’m wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, the only personal items I have with me at this point. I don’t even have a purse. I don’t own one. I’ve carried my ID and my only credit card for emergencies in a pocket on my person for all of my adult life. It has always seemed safer, and I’ve never been frivolous enough to carry lipstick or anything else.

  I open a drawer in the bathroom to find a pink brush and comb. I tuck my ID and credit card under them. I survey the rest of the space and find a pink toothbrush in a holder on the vanity, cherry-vanilla lotion under the sink, shampoo and conditioner next to the tub. There is also a bottle of body wash and cotton-candy scented bubbles.

  The smile that spreads is genuine. I’ve rarely had bubbles. Hell, I’ve rarely taken a bath. I shed my clothes, set my shoes under the small chute door, and open it. For a moment I hesitate, wondering if I will ever see these clothes again after I drop them into this dark abyss.

  It’s like a final acceptance of my situation that I finally release my clothes and turn around to get in the tub. As the water rises around me, I open the lids to all four bottles. They are a matching set, the scent the same cherry-vanilla as the lotion I found. There is also a razor along the edge of the tub, which tells me Master Roman must expect me to shave. I’ve already done so that morning, so I will leave the razor for another day.

  My hair is long and thick and unruly. It’s difficult to wash it and rinse it in the tub, holding my head under the spout, but I manage. After coating it with conditioner next, I lean back and take a deep breath.

  I should be nervous, and to a certain extent I am. But I’m also excited. The prospect of submitting so thoroughly to the man I’ve been lusting after for weeks is exhilarating. I can’t believe he’s chosen me to move into his home and submit to him like this. I’m honored.

  I close my eyes and take several deep breaths, luxuriating in the hot water with bubbles floating all around me. I permit myself this reprieve for only a few minutes, and then I rinse my hair and release the stopper in the tub to let the water drain.

  After drying off with the fluffy pink towel, I reach for the nightgown. It’s the prettiest article of clothing I’ve ever held in my hands. As I slide it over my head, I feel like a princess. Never in my childhood did I own anything that delicate, nor did I own anything that made me feel so pretty. It’s cotton and soft, but also thin and frilly at the hem. It’s sleeveless too. Only a few inches of material rest on my shoulders before it drops loosely over my small breasts, teasing my nipples.

  I glance at the counter when I realize Nancy has not left me any undergarments. It would seem I’m expected to wear nothing but the nightgown. It isn’t very long. It reaches my midthigh though. Long enough to cover my bottom.

  It takes me a while to comb through my hair, and then I locate a hairdryer under the sink next to the lotion and do my best to take away the majority of the moisture, leaving it damp. If I dry it any further, my curls will be wild and out of control.

  I should have gotten a haircut over the weekend. It’s far too long. The spring of curls shortens it a bit, but at this length, the weight is enough to extend it.

  It’s too late now. I’ll have to address the need to get it cut with Master Roman in the near future.

  I put the lotion on my arms and legs mostly because I love the smell of it. I find a container of moisturizer and put it on my face. There is no makeup in the bathroom. Not even lip gloss. Apparently I’m not expected to wear any. And if Master Roman wants me to role-play as a young girl, it’s not surprising.

  I hang my towel on the rack, making sure it’s straight, and then I pad to the bedroom and peruse the bookshelf. As I squat down, I’m aware of my nipples beading against the front of my nightgown and my exposed bottom. It’s an odd feeling. I’ve never slept without panties before.

  I half expect the books to be age appropriate for a young girl, but I’m wrong. Most of them are educational volumes about the lifestyle I’ve embarked on. I select one called Being the Best Me: A Little’s Guide to a Happy Life. If Master Roman has left me these b
ooks, I presume he intends for me to read them.

  I’m giddy inside as I slide under the covers and literally sigh against the amazingly soft sheets. They are cool against my skin, and I have to lift my bottom to tug my nightgown down to my thighs. I settle in with the bunny to my left and open the book.

  My mind is wandering like crazy though, making it impossible for me to concentrate on reading. Instead I hold the book open, but stare at the ceiling.

  I’m in Master Roman’s home. I’m in a bedroom fit for a young girl wearing a nightgown equally suited for someone half my age. I’m excited. This is absolutely something I want to explore. I vow to be the best submissive I can be so that Master Roman smiles at me and calls me his good girl. He has said those words to me twice now, and both times I shivered at his approval.

  Chapter 21

  Lucy

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  I’m still staring at the ceiling when a knock sounds at the door. I flinch, clear my throat, and say, “Come in.”

  I’m elated to find Master Roman entering. He looks incredible and far too large for the room. He is smiling as he comes to the side of the bed and then sits on the edge. He reaches for my cheek and holds my gaze. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be the one to show you around, my little blossom. I had to take a phone call.”

  I blush when he calls me his blossom. I like that even better than good girl. “I understand. It’s okay, Sir.”

  His smile broadens. “Do you like the room?”

  “I love it, Sir.”

  He takes the book from me, glances at the cover, and then sets it on the nightstand. His other hand is still stroking my face, and my entire body is alive with arousal.

  I have the covers up above my breasts, but he lowers his large hand and toys with the top of my nightgown at my shoulder. “You look so pretty in this bed wearing this nightgown.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He leans closer and inhales, his eyes closing partway before he rights himself. “That scent suits you. I’m glad I chose it.”

  I’m surprised he selected it himself, and I wonder how many of the things in this room were personally chosen by him. I don’t ask. But I do remember my earlier concern. “I didn’t have time to get a haircut, Sir. Would it be possible for me to get one in the near future?”

  He picks up a lock of my hair that has fallen over my shoulder and runs his fingers down the length. “Not a chance. I love every inch of it.”

  I’m shocked, but also intrigued by the fact that he seems mesmerized by the thick curl in his hand. I bite my bottom lip as he sets his hand on my hip next.

  “I’m going to be very strict with you, Lucy. I want you to fully get into the role we’re playing. Immerse yourself completely. You have nothing to worry about except obeying me at all times.”

  “Yes, Sir.” My voice is breathy. Wetness has leaked between my legs, and without panties, it’s running down my crack. I’m so turned on by this game we’re playing.

  He strokes my thigh. Even through the comforter, this is the most he’s ever touched me. “You’re squirming.” His voice is playful. “Lie still.”

  I try not to move as heat rushes up my face. I hadn’t realized I was moving at all, and I’m a bit mortified.

  He smirks. “It’s adorable. I love that I affect you that way.”

  I don’t know how to respond.

  He meets my gaze again and holds it. “I have a few personal questions so that I’ll know what I’m working with.”

  I flush further, concerned about what he might ask me. “Okay, Sir.”

  “How many men have you slept with?”

  I swallow. Yeah, this is embarrassing. Will he care? “None, Sir,” I whisper.

  He takes a deep breath, smiling. “I like that. Have you fooled around with any boys?”

  I shake my head, tucking my lips between my teeth. His choice of words has put me deeper in the role. Boys. Fooled around.

  This conversation was bound to occur eventually. I know that, but it’s still awkward. I’m a twenty-two-year-old virgin with no experience.

  “Are you aroused now, Lucy?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I can barely hear my admission. Will he touch me more intimately?

  “Good. I like that too.” He leans forward and kisses me on the forehead. “You need to go to sleep now, Lucy. Tomorrow will be here before you know it. Nancy will wake you up at six. She will bring you your clothes at that time too. I expect you to dress, comb your hair, and be downstairs in my office by seven. You’ll be expected to submit to me at all times, but you’ll still have duties in my office.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I nod, wishing he wouldn’t go, but knowing he is about to. I love the weight of him pressing into my side and the way his hand roams around, touching me everywhere except where I most crave contact.

  “I have one rule I expect you to obey at all times, Lucy.” His face has lowered, his voice serious as he eyes me, ensuring he has my attention. “You will not touch yourself unnecessarily. Beyond bathing and using the bathroom, you will keep your hands to yourself. Do not play with your little titties or your pussy at any time without my permission. Understood?”

  I can’t breathe. I can’t even move. I’m too shocked to blink. For one thing, I’ve so rarely explored my sexuality in the first place that his instructions aren’t necessary. For another thing, I’ve never been so turned on in my life, not even the first time he had me kneel before him.

  I clench my thighs together. My breasts feel swollen and achy. My nipples are tight and puckered, rubbing against the soft material of my nightgown.

  He lifts a brow when I don’t respond, and then he continues speaking. “Your orgasms belong to me now. I decide when and how you are permitted to come. I will dole them out when I think you’ve earned them. I need a verbal response from you that you understand this hard rule.”

  I swallow. My mouth is so dry. “Yes, Sir.” I don’t have the ability to tell him there is no way I would masturbate under his roof anyway. That his rule is completely unnecessary. I’d be too worried about getting caught. I can’t speak beyond to agree.

  “Good girl. If I find you disobeying this rule, you will not like the punishment. It will be severe. I’m not opposed to attaching your little wrists to the posts on your bed at night. Nor will I hesitate to install a camera in your bedroom to ensure you keep your fingers away from your greedy little pussy.”

  I swallow even harder. “I won’t touch myself, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He closes the distance between us and kisses my forehead again. And then he shoves to standing and leaves me staring after him, speechless and shocked.

  He pauses at the doorframe and faces me. “You’re an amazing submissive, Lucy. I know you’re going to enjoy exploring a variety of ages until you either get them out of your system or find the one that suits you best. I want you to know that from this moment forward, you don’t need to worry about anything that shouldn’t concern a child. Let me take that weight off your shoulders. Let yourself enjoy all the stages of growing up that you missed.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” I murmur.

  He gives me one last smile and then leaves, shutting the door behind him.

  I stare at the last place he stood for a long time. When the lights suddenly go off, I flinch and then try to slow my rapid breaths.

  I’m aware of several things. The bed is the most comfortable place I’ve ever slept. The sheets are soft enough to make me sigh. Master Roman is going to take care of me.

  And I’ve never been so aroused in my life.

  I wonder if my wetness will be noticeable on my nightgown and sheets. Will someone see that I was aroused? I’m not sure why I care. Everyone in the house obviously knows I’m role-playing with Master Roman. I’m his little girl now. No one has judged me.

  For a fleeting moment I wonder how many other girls have stayed in this room. How many women has he moved into this house? I shudder. I don’t want to know the answer.

  I curl onto my side a
nd close my eyes, but my nipples ache, and my sex is throbbing. I can’t shake the words Master Roman spoke from my mind. Do not play with your little titties or your pussy at any time without my permission.

  It’s not just the meaning behind the instruction that has made me shiver with desire. It’s the choice of words. Titties. Pussy. Greedy. It’s almost as if he’s reprimanded me in a dirty way. Admonished me ahead of time.

  I clasp my hands together between my breasts under my chin and concentrate on lying very still so that my nipples will not abrade against the nightgown. It’s futile because every time I breathe, I’m aware of their growing sensitivity.

  Did Master Roman know what he would be doing to me when he verbalized his rule?

  It takes me a long time to relax and fall asleep, and when I do, I dream of Master Roman stroking his hands down my naked body. He touches the tips of my breasts. He even attaches my wrists to the posts of the bed. I know I’m writhing under the comforter as I sleep, but I can’t seem to wake up.

  Chapter 22

  Master Roman

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  The moment I shut Lucy’s bedroom door, I draw in a deep breath and then blow it out slowly. I lean against her door for a long time, unable to walk away. I’ve never been as affected by a woman as I am by Lucy.

  She takes my breath away with her innocence and shock. When I told her not to touch herself, I thought she was going to stop breathing.

  It was precious.

  She is mine.

  This has to work between us because I’m falling harder for her every day. I close my eyes and remind myself that she is young and so very new to the lifestyle. Even though she seems pleased with her room and the arrangements I’ve made for her so far, there is always a possibility that she will eventually burn out and balk at living this life.